I was driving along the Mitchell Freeway in Perth on the weekend, wind blowing in my hair  (having the car window down in mum’s Corolla is a cheap alternative to a convertible).

According to my speedometer I was doing the speed limit of 100 km per hour (that would be 62.1371192 miles per hour for my overseas friends).

For a moment I thought I was on a German Autobahn or the Top Gear test track.  Vehicles were speeding past me like the proverbial bats out of hell.

I double checked my speedo.  Yes, I was still doing 100 kph.  So if that was the case and I was doing the speed limit  then why did I feel like I was driving too slow.  Why was I  feeling guilty? Why was there a mounting pressure to drive faster?  What was I?  A tortoise?

There is a thing called the pace of life and it varies from country to country, city to city, person to person.  Step out of Sydney into Fiji and you’ll see what I mean..bula bula.

In western society we can be prone to something called “hurry sickness”.  Its a cool psychological term for “running around like a headless chook” (that would be chicken for my overseas friends).

I am becoming more aware of my internal speedometer. Without a doubt my sweet spot is an unhurried soul.

I haven’t mastered the art of  marching to the beat of my own drum yet.  But I do know that the first step to change is always awareness and I now know that just because others are travelling faster than me, it doesn’t mean I’m going too slow.

In my last blog post  I recalled the time I heard the word blog for the first time.  The word and the concept were totally alien to me until that moment.

Some years back I was watching Sir Bob Geldof  being interviewed on TV, (that right there is one articulate and interesting dude) and he used the word nanosecond.

Until that moment I don’t think I had ever heard the word nanosecond before.

What did he say???

Nanna second? Nano seeker?  Nah, in a second?  I headed straight for the dictionary.

When I heard the word “blog”, I had no point of reference. It was totally unfamiliar.  Apparently it is derived from the term “web log” and to my shock has been around since 1997! (Can’t call me an early adopter).

In Isaiah 48:6-7 (NLV) God says:

“Now I will tell you new things, secrets you have not heard, They are brand new, not things from the past, so you cannot say “We knew that all the time”.

There is a time to hear something for the first time.

And just for the record, a nanosecond is “a billionth of a second”.